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Yeah
Not all wounds come from the world
Sometimes the hurt hits hardest from the place that should've healed you
But God still pulled me through it
I was an outsider in the house of God
Trying to serve but feeling lost in the fog
Ten years deep and nobody saw
We were breaking, hurting, slipping so far
But He pulled me close, He carried my heart
When the church fell quiet, He became my rock
Yeah, I was an outsider in the house of God
But never outside His love
Never outside His love
We showed up early, stayed late, put in work
Volunteering every week till our feet hurt
But nobody saw us as family, just fixtures
Clicky little circles, tight group pictures
Felt invisible while pouring out love
Serving nonstop but never built up
No one fostered discipleship, no bro, you good
Just surface-level faith in a polished neighborhood
Month went by we were gone from the seats
Not a text, not a message, not a check-in or a reach
Ten years later, looking back at the pain
We weren't growing nah, we were pushed out the frame
I was an outsider in the house of God
Trying to serve but feeling lost in the fog
Ten years deep and nobody saw
We were breaking, hurting, slipping so far
But He pulled me close, He carried my heart
When the church fell quiet, He became my rock
Yeah, I was an outsider in the house of God
But never outside His love
Never outside His love
We outgrew that place 'cause the place never grew
Faith got stale when the love wasn't true
Showing up empty, giving all that we had
Still labeled outsiders like that word was a tag
Crazy how a church can be packed with noise
But miss the broken hearts of the girls and boys
No one saw the struggle, nobody knew the fight
'Cause nobody cared enough to step into our night
So we packed up the hurt, took our wounds and left
Found a new home where the Spirit meets flesh